Artists Statement

I paint as often and as much as I can. I take classes when I can afford it, but the money usually goes to buy more art supplies. This blog is to share the results with you! I am a Work in Progress.

Dianne Lanning Fine

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Plein air fallout!

Shinn/Niles preliminary painting, oil
If you're old enough, you remember the saying from the 70's: "As soon as I've figured out where it's at, they MOVE it!" (sigh)  It still holds for me. As soon as I get the hang of this blog business, they "improve it." Honestly, they ARE improvements, it's just that they catch me off guard.

OK, enough whining. (for today) The above is a new oil that I started in the bathroom. Sounds funny? Well, I have one bathroom that is really large and incredibly well lit, so once I removed the useless tub-thing, I had room to paint in there and could be comfortable no matter the weather.

OK, back to the topic. I've now switched the oils to the porch studio due to fumes, so I've been finishing this one out there.  This is a fairly inaccurate picture of the Niles Canyon entry, with the Shinn house in the midground as it was around 1910. I fully took advantage of my artistic license in moving things and turning them around. I wanted to explore depth in painting hills, too. You can see sketch lines where I was trying to decide about the foreground. Eeek, what do I do with all that yellow? Make flat land interesting.

Niles Canyon/Shinn House - The old gate, oil
Ultimately, I think this is it, done, finito, fin. When it dries a bit, I'll sign it. Then start saving for a frame. Funny, I like the barn a lot more than the house! Too small to see here, but the barn did come out well.
As a child we went to grandma's ranch most summers, mostly so daddy could help her with the heavy annual stuff. In painting this picture I started thinking about those days and those old cattleguard gates everywhere. So it went into the picture! She was a homesteader who raised Black Angus and my Dad, all by herself. Grandaddy died when Dad was three months old, as a result of conditions in WWI. Yes, WWI.
Those summers are great memories. The scents were especially nostalgic, hot sun on hay, young calves when you feed them from a nursing bucket, barns and old wood, lots of things.
Can you tell I've been checking in on Ree Drummond's "Pioneer Woman" blog? Just type "Ree Drummond" in your browser and it will take you there. That's how I found it. It's fun to lurk, without having to do the WORK.
Hmm, I think the trees on the left may need something, some variety. The red is not flowers, they are red weeds that grow around here.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Learning curve,

Kayaks on the Charles River, Summer
This is an "oops" post. A friend did a comment and let me know it didn't show up. There have been some changes to Blogspot, and I encountered them yesterday when I thought I was doing a new post. Well, it's gone where ever good posts go when they pass over.
I was actually trying to figure out how to add to the other page of this blog, the Period Needlework page. All I could do was edit what was there. I added some "WIP" pictures at the bottom of a lace Pelerine I made this winter.
Well, It's Summer now. Technically. We had TWO hot days for the last days of Spring, then it dropped to the 60's the 1st day of Summer. It felt like this:
Paine Massif, Patagonia
Of course, I just made the change over to the A/C. There is no going back. I have a new thermostat I am about to install which will remedy that , and other problems. Thanks Bob and Sheila!

It's time to paint the top photo. I took it from the dining room in the Marriot in Newton, MA. A lovely place to stay.

San Mateo Coast, Fog Bank and Fishing boats.
Maybe it's time to paint this one. It was an amazing day on the northern California Coast!